Backstage Shenanigans

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Hey hey!! A little heads up, enjoyers!
This CHAPTER does contain some banter, and perhaps some freaky stunts, but it's nothing bad, it's a circus after all folks!

Enjoy the show!

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   "Hey! G, is the silk torn?" Scar asks the high up avian.

   "Awh, already? Didn't I just make it a month ago? Hels, did you cut it again?" Joe, a spider hybrid, groans then glares daggers at a brunette removing his helmet.

   "No! I swear it wasn't me this time!" Hels says, putting his hands up.

"Alright, it was Cleo then," Joe says and removes his swirly blue glasses.

"What?! What is Joe blaming me for this time?!" Cleo shouts from the other side of the stage, making her partner, Jevin, giggle.

   "Guys! Scar asked me, not you!" Grian whines flying closer. "And yes, the top is a bit frayed. BUT, that's because someone thought it would be a good idea to tug on it." Grian glares in the direction of two short brunettes.

   Joel and BDubs glance at each other, simultaneously pointing at each other to shift the blame and yelling. "He did it!"

Grian lands and crosses his arms at the two. "You know that just makes you more suspicious, right?"

   Impulse joins the chatter, having just removed his bouncy mechanical stilts. "I can confirm, it was not BDubs."

   "That isn't fair! Of course this guy's on BDubs' side!" Joel huffs, glaring at the two.

Iskall peeks out from where he is fixing Gem's outfit. "I'm on your side Joel!-"

"Shut up, Iskall."

Grian giggles and Iskall grumbles, returning to finish fixing up the frills on Gem's little skirt thing. Gem also has to stifle her laughter as she stands back in her regular clothes.

"So then, we agree it's Joel's fault? Great! Etho! Where are you?" BDubs grins and quickly runs off.

"What!-"

"Just sit with Joe and help him fix it, that's all," Impulse tells Joel with a grin.

   Joel groans dramatically and follows Joe back stage, probably to Iskall's extra sewing room. Impulse laughs and gives Grian a thumbs up before returning to Skizz, Tango, and Zedaph.

Grian flaps his wings and wanders to the edge of the stage, sitting down and picking at the feathers. "False! Where's that special soap for the wing paint?" He shouts.

"Hypno has it!" False yells back, brushing her hair out with her fingers, her feathered head piece tucked under her arm carefully.

   Scar sits beside Grian and helps him pick at the paint with his hands, knowing it itches his feathers when it's on for too long. "So, how've you been lately?"

   "Great, actually. Iskall says their latest costume design won't hurt my wings anymore!" Grian responds, picking at his other wing.

   "False helped him with the measurements, right?"

   "Yeah, she did. I have no idea how to do that, all my shirts just have massive holes," Grian sighs.

   "I know," Scar laughs.


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